Sunday, April 22, 2012

Imagine Finding a Hidden Room in an Attic

When I decided to renovate my
Victorian home, I was excited. Ever since I first saw this house, I was drawn
to the attic. It would be the perfect place to write. Oh yeah, I’m a writer.
Maybe you’ve heard of me, Anna Hughes? No? Oh well, that’s okay. Back to my
story

My fiancé, Ben had noticed a
stained glass window on the outside of the house that didn’t show inside. I
knew there had to be more space behind the wall, otherwise the window would
show. I hired a contractor to renovate the room for me. When the contractor,
Chad Edwards confirmed my suspicions there was more space behind the wall, Ben
agreed to help me knock down the wall and save me money. Needless to say, I
wasn’t about to refuse. For starters, Ben never offered to do anything that
involved getting dirty.

What we found was amazing. Not
only was there more space, it was a fully furnished room. That’s when I first
saw the shadows. They hovered over a trunk in the corner of the room. Ben
didn’t see them and, of course, he thought they were a figment of my over
active imagination. Any time Ben didn’t agree with me, he used that as an
excuse. He didn’t like that I wrote books. He didn’t consider it a real career.
The fact that my books were on the best seller list and earned my living as a
writer didn’t matter. According to him, anyone could sit down and write a book.
He didn’t have a clue how involved writing was and he didn’t care. Too bad Ben wasn’t interested in my writing or my
imagination. What happened next wouldn’t have been such a surprise to him.